maya, you’re an angel(ou)

[keya]

it was the second to last night of autumn,
as the young bird watched the night unfold
as her mother was sound asleep

she wondered how much longer she had
before she would have to learn to bat her wings

despite her fear of failure,
the young bird grew tired of being fed worms—
she wanted to discover the fruits of cherry trees

she knew she had time,
her age was near the beginnings of life—when compared to the set bandwidth

the future carried too much lingering curiosity,
but in that moment, as she stared at the vast expanse of the night from within the nest,
oddly,
she found sublime comfort
residing in her chest
—
December 18th 2018
l'amour soulève un enfant, il nourrit mais il ne protège pas
comme un oiseau, un enfant est fragile
il faut de la patience et de la direction pour leur apprendre où voler, au moment de migrer